More Dreams & Mom's Birthday

Friday March 9th was Mom's birthday. Sometime around the month of June 1933 my grandparents had sex for (probably) the second time in their lives. Nine months later in March of 1934 my mother was born.

So my dream last night was kind of disturbing (I've been dreaming a lot lately, or at least remembering them). I was in some little town that I don't recognize. I'm there with my mother. The sky turned black and the wind picked up to a gale. It was a tornado. The people of the town were accustomed to this weather and reacted to it with orderly urgency. They directed me to a safe place. I tried to get mom there with me but I couldn't. I found myself alone, waiting out the storm. When the danger had passed, I rushed back to where I had last seen my mother. She wasn't there, she was gone. As people emerged from their safe places and returned to their routines, I knew mom had been taken. The reality hit and I woke up.

I visited the cemetary yesterday with the best of friends, my friend Sandy and Mom's oldest of friends Lynn. I think Lynn and my mother were empying wine bottles since before I was born, that's how far they go back. Anyway, Lynn brought a bottle of red wine, it always had to be red and 4 cups. Lynn poured us each a cup, mom too, and we toasted dear friends. The fourth was poured on the grave so mom could enjoy too. As were spoke with each other, reminiscing, I realized that mom would not have been satisfied with just one glass. A second was poured for her and promptly shared with the ground that covers my mother. Maybe that'll keep the ol' gal quiet for awhile! Then I spread Eddie's ashes. Note to ash spreading people, stand upwind while doing this! Ashes taste terrible! Then we read the marker that says, "Here lies love - Mother, Sister, Friend". No truer words could have describer my mother. Happy Birthday Mom! I miss you the same today as the day you left.